Falling like pride’s plenty preceded
Falling like Icarus into the litres
Back to the aethyr
Furs on like a satyr
Offering advice, I made her
Wrote the hebrew verbs in your golem dome
My home golden, it’s all stolen like the V&A
Standing in hip-high hay, scything screaming yipeekaiyay
My blade bays, sacred profane
My phone brrrrings, chatter inane
I’m breaking through Inanna’s Gate
I’m praying daily for greatness
I’m Percy on the Grail Quest
Protective amulet’s golden chain
Makes a notched collar of my naked chest
Names of those whom god of love hath blest
Sandblasted from the records
Blanching the book of light
Raking over foliate codes He stowed in the wilds.
My face unseen beneath mortuary drape
Portrait of impotent rage, raped innocence
Blank paper never rejects ink
Sinking indelibly, singing my messages
Sending Hellfish songs over bluetooth in the early two thousands
Had all my teeth and two pairs of trousers
Handful of euros I got for my allowance
Down some idols like my quill was some mausers.
Alchemisland 
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